I made the spur of the moment decision to give away our flock of chickens over the weekend. I truly enjoy keeping chickens, but I have shouted the words, “Watch out for chicken poop!” too frequently lately I guess. The chickens are really, really bad about using the bathroom on our porches. When Silas dragged his tricycle into the house complete with chicken poop on one of the wheels I just knew I needed to eliminate this from my life right now. I put out an offer on Facebook, and a friend whom I haven’t seen in years came over the next day to pick up the flock to add to her own. I was so happy to see her that it cut the sadness of giving away the chickens. I know it was the right decision for where we are right now, without a doubt.
Ironically, we discovered the body of our old cat Nicodemus over the weekend as well. He had curled up in a ball next to the house and gone to sleep, never to wake again. I say ironically because he was the other creature guilty of relieving himself on the porch. We’ve been talking about euthanasia for him for a couple of years now, but haven’t because he didn’t seem to be suffering and he was the girls’ favorite cat. We’ve just dealt with his regular “accidents” on the porch and fed him soft food to accommodate his toothless mouth. He really was the dearest old cat and we loved him. The poor girls have shed many tears over the past couple of days. I’ve been instructed to print every picture I can find of him. I spent hours searching for photos of him yesterday, and I couldn’t find any! I do not have a system for organizing photos and storing them and I rarely print anything. Essentially I am guilty of taking too many photos, clogging up hard drives with them all, and not being able to find those that I need to because of the absolute lack of organization.
Jonny bought me a brown turkey fig tree for Mother’s Day (back in May) and it has been sitting in the pot it came in ever since, waiting to be planted. I confess I have made maybe more than one comment about that over the months since he gave it to me. I was grateful to still have it sitting there this weekend though, ready to be planted over Nicodemus’ grave. I know that it brought Larkspur a bit of comfort.
After all the time spent searching for photos of Nicodemus yesterday, it occurred to me to type his name into my blog’s search function. Thank goodness for the blog. I found the following photo of Larkspur with Nic, taken a couple of years ago. I’ll be printing it this week along with some others to make an album for her.
My boys are cleaning the front porch for me this morning. I am excited about the prospect of sitting out there through the fall with my knitting, watching my little ones play, and not having to shout, “Watch out for chicken poop!!!”